This performance was set to feature King Midas Sound as the headlining act for this sold-out evening, however following their soundcheck the venue asked the band to either play at half-volume or not to perform at all.
When faced with this prospect and feeling their artistic vision was being insulted and compromised, the band stepped down from the performance out of respect for their fans. As a last minute substitute, Bass Clef was brought in to replace them. KMS’s encouraged dismissal from the performance took place an hour and a half prior to the doors opening.

Starring…

Bass Clef
Raime
Leyland Kirby

Leyland Kirby
From the plunderphonic terrorism of the V/VM label through to his examinations of memory and temporal deterioration through melancholy-saturated noise and sampled sleight-of-hand as The Caretaker, Berlin-based émigré Leyland James Kirby is one of finest artists of the last decade. Playing a very rare UK date off the back an impending slew of genre-trashing releases, this is a singular opportunity to experience James’s uniquely beautiful dark sonic world.

Raime
Raime utilise the space and pace of early dubstep but mutate it by channelling an idiosyncratic allegiance to early 80’s goth, industrial, synthwave and lost folk amongst other dark pathways. Their dread sound is a compellingly hopeless one- eerie, austere and yet strangely accessible, Raime make party music for Cenobites.

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Am still really pissed off - only just got home. Came over from Jersey just for KMS, which meant plane flights, hotel, domestic travel costs, only to find that the headliners had been asked not to play. The venue refunded me for my two tickets before the gig started but to have it cancelled half an hour before the start and all the cost and effort my waste of a trip resulted in, I find disgusting and infuriating. I entered the venue seeing a KMS poster on the door, bought a plastic (WTF?!) bottle of Becks, drank it, was told KMS had cancelled only after I asked what time they were on, went back out front and saw their poster had been taken down replaced with Leyland Kirby. Fuck Bishopsgate. I knew something was awry when the bar was a picnic table with flutes of fucking babycham and the room was populated by balding students in pringle jumpers. I was expecting everyone to pull out their thermos flasks and sandwiches at an interval.